The Importance Of A Good Friend

A wise man named Aristotle once said, “In poverty and other misfortunes of life, good friends are a sure refuge.” I agree with Aristotle’s statement because when someone is having a bad day there is someone who is our good friend. A good friend is loyal, patient, and kind. Good friends are loyal because they are the type of person who will always be a true confidant. For instance I once had a friend long ago named Pamela who held such the characteristic of loyalty.
The first time I met Pamela had been on the bus, she was sitting in the seat I usually sat in by myself since I didn’t have many people who wanted to be in my presence. Most of the kids thought I was weird because I always had my nose in a book rather than chat about irrelevant …show more content…
This was not to be as she didn’t ride the bus that much, and when she did I couldn’t sit next to her therefore, only being able to see her from a few seats behind or in front of me. She wasn’t that hard to miss because of her hair so I called her Red and she would call me Sam. We had become so close that she had stopped riding with her mom to school and opted taking the bus instead, and always saving me a seat. We had become inseparable. I knew her favorite color, her favorite animal, her favorite season, and everything. As the years progressed our bond became unshakeable. There was never a dull moment between the two of us, and that’s how it stayed. We rarely fought, and when we did, it was playful. Even though I had gotten other friends, she would not hang out with anyone else but me. It kind of made me feel special and that’s how Red/Pamela made me …show more content…
I can’t remember the last time I had ever hugged someone that tight before or for that long, or crying the hardest. However, I had to let her go. It wasn’t as though I could keep her chained to my wrist. I still thought about the inscription on the bracelet she had given me that day. Though we kept in touch, eventually our communication began to wane and soon the communication between us stopped. Once I had written a letter to her yet, I never heard a response, however I liked to think maybe she had gotten it. It wasn’t until after high school graduation I had finally gotten a letter from Pamela detailing what had happened in her life since she moved. I was glad she made new friends and that she graduated at the top of her class and wanted to practice law. Also attached to the letter had been a note that said: “Thanks for always being the one and only someone I could lean on. I am glad we stayed close for as long we